My Dad passed away last night, he was in late stages of dementia and couldn’t get over a chest infection. He was in a care home and although the care staff were amazing the pain relief he got from nurse visits was atrocious. I sat with him in obvious pain for 3 hours waiting for a nurse to come with a morphine injection. I was also told no syringe drivers were available so he couldn’t have continued pain relief. After he had the injection I went home and couldn’t face going back, I felt utterly helpless. I got the call in the night to. Say he’d passed away. I feel so guilty I wasn’t with him when he went. I can’t get the fear in his eyes out of my mind. Everyone is asking g if it was peaceful and I don’t know what to say. Any advice appreciated. Obviously this is very raw for me now.